After Betrayal - I Married a Handsome Tycoon-Chapter 37: Unexpected Complications

Appetite and desire are human nature.

Adult men and women share one thing in common.

Once they’ve had a taste, many things that follow come naturally.

Take now, for instance. The moment Connor Quinn finished speaking, an R-rated film began to play in Moira Sloan’s mind.

In a matter of seconds, her expression changed again and again.

Connor Quinn was tall. He simply stood there, looking down at her. After about half a minute, he stepped forward, pressing against her back. His large hand covered hers, guiding it to open the door.

The moment the door opened, Moira Sloan’s heart fluttered uncontrollably.

Before she could gather her thoughts, Connor Quinn had already pressed her against the closed door.

It was dusk, and sunlight streamed through the window. It wasn’t blinding, but it felt illicit.

At least, for someone like Moira Sloan, who was new to such things, it was more than illicit enough.

Daytime debauchery.

[What followed is best left to the imagination.]

Afterward, Connor Quinn carried a boneless Moira Sloan into the bathroom.

Moira Sloan stood under the shower spray. As he bent down to wash her, she bit his shoulder, his neck, his earlobe...

Like a provoked little beast.

Connor Quinn remained bent over, unmoving, letting her do as she wished.

Once she’d had her fill, he straightened up, his gaze dropping to her. "Did you ever kiss that ex of yours?"

The mention of Shane Jennings instantly shattered what little intimacy had lingered between them.

Moira Sloan felt as if a bucket of cold water had been dumped over her head, shocking her into cold sobriety.

She leaned back, her slender back pressing against the cool ceramic tiles of the shower wall. She looked up at Connor Quinn, all traces of her playful anger and the desire in her eyes gone, replaced by a sharp-edged mockery.

"What are you trying to say?"

Seeing her reaction, Connor Quinn’s expression was nonchalant. "Just curious."

"You’re that curious?"

"I am, a little."

Moira Sloan scoffed. "Connor Quinn, are you just naturally curious? Or are you still harboring ulterior motives toward me?"

Facing Moira Sloan’s derision, Connor Quinn met her contemptuous gaze head-on, unflinching. "You already know the answer, don’t you? Why ask?"

Moira Sloan gritted her teeth. "I’m just using you."

"I know."

With that, Connor Quinn turned off the shower and grabbed a nearby towel to wrap her in. As he lifted her into his arms, his voice was deep. "You may be using me, but I slept with you, too."

Moira Sloan was left speechless.

From the moment they left the bathroom until Connor Quinn departed, Moira Sloan didn’t say a single word to him.

She didn’t sit up in bed until she heard the front door close.

’That bastard. He hides it well.’

’I thought he was just the stoic, reserved type. I never expected him to be so devious.’

Moira Sloan ground her teeth in frustration, wondering if she should find a replacement for Connor Quinn. Just as she was mulling it over, her phone on the nightstand vibrated. She glanced over as a new message popped up on the screen.

[Boss Sloan, are you available? President Blanchett would like to meet with you to discuss a custom furniture order.]

Moira Sloan grabbed her phone. "When?"

"Is tomorrow at noon convenient?"

"Is she coming to me, or am I going to her?"

"We’ll have to ask you to make the trip, Boss Sloan. President Blanchett is at Everwood County Hospital."

Seeing this message, Moira Sloan narrowed her eyes.

’Everwood County Hospital.’

’Oh, right. I forgot. That jerk Shane Jennings was in a car accident.’